Embrace the Honey Badger
Thursday, July 15th, 2004I’m not even going to attempt to touch that one.
So what’s news? I don’t even know where to start, but I feel like I’ve been betrothed to this damn computer machine for weeks now, despite the fact that I was in Columbus for the past week. I get back here and it feels like I never left, and I’ve got this big bright cathode ray countenance smiling at my return. So what do I do? Go right back to work. Meaning there’s a new pic in the gallery that I started the day I left for C-Bus, and managed to find time to finish it since yesterday. Guess I’m all hung up on that ninja since it’s his 3rd appearance in the last 4 or 5 things I’ve posted. There’s also my new pulpheroes site, which I’ve been toiling at for a couple of days now and should be ready for mad comic postings in the near future. It’s not quite ready to be unveiled yet, but if you want you can hop on over and say hi. I was having some major issues with Keenspace’s cutting edge automation services, due mostly to my fish-like attention span and that “speed reading for guys on speed” course I took a while back. In any case, my initial attempts at getting the page to work resulted in a flurry of obcenities and at some point I had to go outside and slam a squirrel’s head in my car door a few times to alleviate the frustration. In any case the bulk of Keenspace’s enigmatic web of deceitful misguidance is past, and I should be able to arrange for a few Pulp Heroes to visit there soon. And Keenspace should really put together some kind of official FAQ for their fuxored system. But I digress.
So once I get the site together I figure I’ll have to spend a few days to get my comics up to speed, editing the old ones to make them more readable, and building a healthy surplus so I won’t have to rush to get them done later on. I figure in about a week the site will be running at full power barring any other hang-ups. So those of you who love me, be excited. And those of you who don’t – watch out for those pesky busses. You never now when one might pop over a curb and snipe your bitch ass.
Excelsior!
-sullivan




